A meat wagon in the shadow of a tenement blockYou got the Pigs up in the stairwellAsking questions and taking down namesI say 'that boy had a mean streakSeems he's better off dead anyhowI aint trying to be meanHe's just easy to hateHe had a spike in his vein for a number of yearsIt's all cold memory nowHe tells me that he has gone cleanA black white tv set up the back of his headThat shatters and stuttersBut won't never go dead

That boy had it downHolier than thouThough he was dumber than a bag of hammersI didn't knowHe'd figure pull the triggerWith his left big toe

Well he shaved off his hairLeaving only the eyes in his headAnd a hole for a mouth that lookedMore line an asshole I swearHe never had no family he's sit up on the ledgeStaring up at a moon that died in the nights armsTo keep watch like a ghost in his heartIn its throws and its calms

Well it aint how you fall it's how you landI'd remind him''life has its lessons' he'd say'i'll come goof once I figure to learn themI kicked junk with the bottleNow it's merely a teething concern' he would tell meBut I had my doubtsA 13th floor bed-sit a kitchen a couchThe only way's down cause the bottom you'll findIs much clearer to the eye than the top is the other way around